Greyjoy Anthem

Some men plow, oh yes they till.
To raise the grains that some men mill.
Some yoke oxen, some yoke steeds
To plow the fields that all men need.
Some men toil and work the land,
And they're a diff'rent sort of man.
Some men nurture crops to grow.
"Some men" we're not:  we do not sow.

Some men barter, some men trade.
These men we send to salty graves.
Some men purchase with their gold.
We snatch what's ours from fingers cold.
Our skin is salty--hearts of ice.
Our wealth we bought with iron price.
The hoe and ploughshare:  these we scorn.
We do not sow--we're ironborn.

The Drowned God sent us from the brine.
You will not find us in the mine.
You will not find us in the field.
Although you beg, we will not yield.
Your wealth, we take it as our own.
The salty depths are your new home.
With iron price we send you low.
Let it be learned:  we do not sow.

Drowned God, protect us on the sea.
Storm God is full of jealousy
And seeks to dash us on the rocks
Deny us reaching iron docks.
Until you need some men to row
Until the day that we sink low--
We do not dig, we do not hoe.
We only reap:  we do not sow.

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I don't even like House Greyjoy, but i think their house motto is pretty epic.